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NOTE: I did not write this story. I am only posting it.
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WARNING!
The following story contains explicit
sexual material which is intended for
mature audiences only! If you are not
of legal age and/or do not enjoy this
type of literature, exit immediately!
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STORY TYPE: M/f, light d&s, b&d, anal
My name is Kathleen, or more appropriately, Slave #39.
Read my initial story for full information on my life. I
have decided to write my second story. Being able to share
experiences like this through a computer is really turning
out to be a great brand of therapy. My life is quite, well,
unique ... and it's great to be able to share some of my
sexual experiences this way.
Since I last wrote, five days ago, The Syndicate sent me
on another assignment. It happened just yesterday, Sunday,
to be exact. I don't think I'll _ever_ forget this one.
The familiar knock came to my front door around 9:30 a.m.
Of all the days to be pressed into service, I dread working
on Sunday the most of all. I rather just stay home and
relax on the typical Sunday, as most people do. But with
this job and its demands on me, I obviously don't control my
life or daily happenings. The Syndicate does.
After signing for the envelope, I walked into the kitchen
and tore it open. What did they have in store for me now?
TO: Slave #39
FROM: The Syndicate
Your services are required today. A
limosuine will arrive for you at noon
and will take you to your destination.
You are to wear:
A black sports bra
Faded denim jeans ... tight ones
White socks and sneakers
Nothing else, including no panties
Make sure you look your best, or risk
punishment.
The Syndicate
As has become customary for me, I went into the bathroom
and began preparing myself for the day ahead. Applying the
special brand of mascara and perfume, after freshening and
washing up. This is a well known practice for me.
At precisely 12:00 p.m., there was a loud knock at my
front door. I already knew that it was the limo driver, so
I turned off everything and made sure all the windows were
closed, then met the driver at the door. He walked me down
to the limosuine and I got into the back without a word.
It's like being in a little jail cell, minus the cooler
and radio, in the back of the limosuine. It is specially
made, with no windows. Each time in one of these, I ride
along in secrecy, never once knowing where I am headed. I
would at least like to look out at the scenery. But that is
not possible, because The Syndicate does not appove of their
slaves knowing the assignment locations.
This time, the drive took about an hour, until I sensed
the limo had pulled into a driveway. After two minutes, the
passenger door next to me opened, and the driver told me to
get out. I did, and found myself outside somewhere. He
pointed toward the front door to a house, and said, "Go."
I really didn't have any time to speculate on who would
await me, because a man that looked a few years younger than
me (I'm 26) emerged from the house as I started toward it.
He was good looking, with dark hair and a strong build. I
wondered to myself, what did he have in mind for me?
The man clutched my left forearm and briskly guided me
into the house. He closed the door behind him, and looked
at me with a strict impression. Uh oh, I said to myself.
He fits the profile of someone who likes handing out pain.
"Listen, slut," he said. "The rules are simple. You
will refer to me as 'Master.' You will do whatever I tell
you, and you will like it. It's that simple. Now this day
can turn out to be very good for you, if you behave and do
as you're told. If not, today will be _hell_ for you."
I gulped my throat ... such as life in The Syndicate. "I
promise to behave, Master."
He pointed toward an adjacent room. "Go in there."
I walked through an open door, and found a bedroom.
"Strip."
I did as he said, taking my bra off first, then kicking
off my sneakers and sliding both socks off. I slipped out
of my jeans and then threw all of the articles of clothing
against the near wall, out of the way. Completely nude, I
stood and looked at him, feeling both fear and anticipation.
"Turn around and bend over, with both of your hands on
the bedspread, and your feet apart."
I turned around, a bit nervous, and slowly lowered both
hands to the mattress, bending at the waist to do so. This
left me bent in about a 75-degree angle, my ass protruding
outward and jutting right toward my newly appointed Master.
The man stepped forward and placed his hand upon my ass,
then ran a finger between its cheeks, before finally poking
at my anus. I gasped as he did this, prodding his hard
finger against a very sensitive area.
"I hope you like anal sex, slut," he warned me. "You're
going to get a lot of it before this day is over."
I closed my eyes and sighed, the thoughts of what he said
running through my mind.
"What a nice ass you have, slut," he teased me. "Tell
me, has anyone ever fucked it before? How many times?"
"Yes ... lots of times."
The man laughed. "Lots of times? So I take it that a
lot of Syndicate men have fucked you in the ass?"
I gulped. "Yes, Master."
"Good then. They have gotten you prepared for me." His
finger kept prodding, simply teasing my anus. This was
really hot because not only the physical pleasure was great,
but the mental part ... I didn't even know this man! Yet he
was poking at my ass, while I was bending over, totally nude
and exposed for whatever he had in mind.
Welcome to my life.
Minutes later, I had been placed into another comprising
position ... seated on his bed, against the headboard, with
my wrists handcuffed to the bedposts on either side of me.
I was still completely nude, of course, and this unknown man
(at least to me) was pacing back and forth, lustfully.
You could ask why I would let myself be put in a position
like this with a stranger. Well, it's my job. I'm really
not concerned with getting hurt or pernamently injured, due
to The Syndicate. They would not send their slaves to a
house if a Master or Mistress could not be trusted. I've
never had a problem with any customer in this manner. The
only times I get really scared is when I am with a sadist,
someone who likes dishing out extreme pain. But the pain
is short term, not long term, and submitting to sadists is
part of my job, too. It's in my contract. I actually kind
of enjoy light pain ... but I can't stand extreme pain.
Anyway, the man stopped pacing and then looked at me. I
could tell that he liked my body, and what it had to offer.
"Blondage."
His term caught me off-guard. What did he say? "Huh?"
"Blondage," he repeated. "You are a blonde in bondage.
_Blondage_. It's one of my favorite sexual activities."
I liked that, and even smiled because of it. What a neat
and unique word. I certainly never heard it before.
The man took a seat next to me and reached out with both
hands, then started to pinch and squeeze my nipples. He was
using a lot of force, almost crushing them ... but I liked
it. My head rolled in circles and I sighed in pleasure. My
head was shivering by the time I opened my eyes to look at
him again. He stopped the assault upon my nipples, and gave
me a knowing smile.
"See?" he said. "You liked that. If you're a good slave
today, do as you're told and not disobey me, I'll do a lot
of things which you'll like. In fact, you'll like it all."
"Thank you, Master."
"But if you are a bad slave, I'll do a lot of things that
you will not like. So it's a two way street."
"I promise to be a good slave."
I tested the restraints of both sets of handcuffs, only
to find them ungiving. I then looked back at him.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" the man asked.
"Yes, Master." I smiled. "Are _you_ enjoying yourself?"
He held back a laugh. "Sure am. I love blondage."
Next, the man cupped both of my breasts in his hands. He
squeezed and jiggled them around in circles, which was very
pleasurable for me. His hands felt rough, strong. That's
the way I like it. But I then saw him look around, in all
directions. Was he searching for something?
"What are you going to do to me?" That question came out
of my mouth before I even thought of asking it.
"I'm going to fuck you," he replied. "I'm going to fuck
you real good. That's what I'm going to do. But first, I
got something else in mind."
The man quit his searching, and simply pulled his shorts
down. A sizable, strong looking cock appeared, and my gaze
was suddenly fixated upon the beautiful sight. The man
slipped completely out of his shorts and t-shirt, and was
now nude too. My Master then got onto his knees and moved
directly in front of me.
"I love doing this," he said, grabbing his cock with his
right hand and pumping it. "Regular women won't let me
whack off over their breasts, but you Syndicate sluts ...
I can do anything I want to you sluts."
Wow! The man wanted to cum all over my breasts! And he
wanted to do it, by his own hand? If I wasn't handcuffed to
the bedposts, I would have been _more_ than willing to help
him whack off ... _much_ more than willing, in fact.
I looked up at him, and noticed his eyes were rolled up
into his head. He suddenly looked down at me, his eyes
focusing on mine. I glanced at his cock for an instant and
then gave him a tiny smile. He smiled back at me and nodded
his head. We were getting along together, fine. I wasn't
scared of him being an extreme sadist anymore. He just
liked to be a little rough in bossing me around.
The man's breathing became faster and more rapid as he
continued pumping his cock, its tip aimed right at the
center of my cleavage. I could tell that he was trying to
hold his cum in, for as long as he possibly could.
What a position for me to be in ... seated against the
headboard, my wrists handcuffed to either side of me, with
a man masturbating directly in front of me. I have really
met the most _interesting_ people through this lifestyle.
But I'm sure you can decipher that yourself.
The man let out a sudden scream and the next thing I
knew, his cock was spraying my breasts, covering them with
its juice. I moaned and writhed in pleasure, struggling to
try and break the restraints ... but I couldn't. What I
wanted, deep within me, was for him to shoot some of that
sperm down my throat. But as a submissive, I have to take
whatever a Master or Mistress decides to give me.
By the time he was finished, sticky, gooey cum covered
my breasts, and thick strands of it hung from them, dripping
down onto my stomach and lower. I looked at the man, and
found him breathing hard ... just like me.
When I think about it, it's really kind of flattering for
a man to want to blow his wad over my breasts. In a sexual
way, of course. But my entire life is based on sex.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked.
"Yes, Master. I loved it. I hope you cover my entire
body in cum before I have to leave." But I also hoped that
he filled my entire stomach with it.
He smiled. "I can arrange for that. I think with you,
I'm gonna have the staying power of ten men."
"I hope so," I said, shyly.
All of a sudden, he grabbed a key and quickly unlocked
both sets of handcuffs, freeing me. I was a little puzzled
and looked up at him, while rubbing my sore wrists, not
knowing why he took them off. But I sound found out why.
"On your hands and knees!" he demanded.
In an instant, I was on 'all fours', knowing he would
soon make good on his promise to fuck me in the ass. I
just hoped he would be somewhat gentle and show a little
restraint when giving it to me there. I had the idea he
would, but still had a little doubt within me.
I watched as he reached into a nearby drawer and pulled
out a tube of lubricant. I closed my eyes when he dabbed
some of it onto his finger, but then gasped in a sudden rush
of pleasure as I felt him prodding my anus again. I could
feel his finger working, rotating in tiny circles, properly
lubricating my 'backdoor.' I then felt him sliding and
coaxing more lubricant upon the area, really getting it
slick and ready. The feeling made me blush, and moan. The
normal person does not let a stranger do this to them. But
because of The Syndicate, I am _far_ from normal.
My body was trembling in anticipation when I suddenly
felt his hard cock burrow against my anus. I gasped and
looked back at him, surprised that he already had another
erection, and saw him positioned on his knees behind me.
He pushed gently, but did not penetrate me ... yet. The
man actually saw a need to tease me.
I was so hot and excited that I found myself sobbing,
begging him to simply "put it in." And he finally did,
pushing it between my tight spinchter and right into me.
My eyes grew wide and I took in a deep breath, as his
cock slowly wedged itself deeper and deeper into my ass. I
arched my neck and moaned in lust as I felt his hands
forcefully grasp my hips. I've had this done to me lots of
times in the past, but each time ... the pressure and
feelings I receive from it are just so hot, and so intense.
I don't get fucked in the ass all that often, though.
Slowly, he pushed more of his cock into me. I moaned yet
again, adjusting to the feeling. It's just a hot, burning
feeling that simply doesn't give up. More and more of him
went into me, until ...
The man was all the way in now! I could feel his balls
against my ass ... he had forged all of himself into me!
He held the position, buried deep within me, while rubbing
and massaging my hips with his hands.
"How do you feel, slut?" he grunted.
"Full," I quaked.
He laughed gently. "You probably love this even more
than I do. All you Syndicate sluts are the same."
"I ... I do love it."
"Thought so," he said. "Let's see if you love it more
once I get finished with you."
I then felt the man pull back slightly, his cock going
with him ... and then he pushed himself all the way inside
again. That was the first thrust. It started a series of
thrusts, each a bit more stronger and quicker than the one
before. His strong hands felt like they were embedded in my
hips ... he was grabbing and holding me so tightly there.
His thrusts seemed to level off ... I was now receiving
them at good, but not great, speed. Nonetheless, I moaned
and buried my face in the pillow in front of me, enjoying
the feel of this stranger as he violated my ass. I then let
out a scream of pentup lust, loving this even more.
Without warning, I felt his right hand leave my hip, only
to come back seconds later with a resounding noise. I
jumped, totally unprepared for what he had just done to me.
He spanked me!
"Naughty little slut!" the man grunted, his cock still
thrusting in and out of me. He slapped my ass with his
other hand, which brought a surprised yelp from me. I
looked back at him and saw him raise a hand again ... and
again, he slapped my ass hard with it. He also started to
thrust faster and stronger into me at the same time.
"Little sluts need to be spanked!" he screamed, now
slapping my ass with both hands, one at a time, alternating
between each. It was continuous, as was the level of speed
he thrusted his cock into me. Continuously faster.
I could tell, the man was in his personal lust zone now.
Spanking me, and fucking my ass at the same time. He
obviously had a major fetish for asses.
He wasn't spanking me all that hard. It was actually
about moderate force ... and the stings and shots of pain
which went through me were quite pleasurable. I can take
this type of pain without a problem ... I just don't like
extreme S&M pain, like some people in The Syndicate do.
But his thrusts, on the other hand, were very powerful
now. It felt like his cock was going to tear my anus right
open! Fortunately, he had put plenty of lubricant on me
before ever entering my ass.
By this time, I was screaming in lust, and yelping in
pleasure / pain each time one of his rough hands slapped my
backside. It's one thing to have anal sex performed on me,
and another to be spanked. I really love both. But at the
same time, both can seem almost overwhelming ... and that
feeling is doubled when both are done at the same time. One
thing is for sure ... I will never forget this assignment!
The man just kept it up, plowing into me and spanking my
_burning_ ass at the same time. I was getting drilled
beyond belief! No one had ever fucked and spanked my ass at
the same time before. No one!
My Master let out a roaring scream and all of his action
stopped for an instant. I then felt his hands grasp my hips
again, and next I felt his huge cock spurting cumshot after
cumshot of sperm right into my ass.
I moaned loudly myself, realizing that he was filling my
anus with his fuck juice. Load after load, I could tell
that the man made sure his cock was empty of all sperm
before he even thought of pulling out. And when he did, I
sighed in lust, my ass still on _fire_ because of what he
had done to me. It just felt like an inferno.
But I could feel his cum dripping down onto my pussy and
down my thighs. Then, I felt the man beside me. He placed
his hand underneath my chin and made me look up at him ...
he was much like me, covered in sweat ... but wanting more.
The remainder of my stay at the man's house was just as
grueling and just as physical as our first encounter. It
became quite clear to me that this man loves three things ...
1) bondage, 2) spanking and 3) anal sex. He really worked
me over, and that is an understatement. I mean, this man
_really_ worked me over. He fucked both my pussy and ass at
least two times each, and came in my mouth once. He came on
my face and in my hair once, and another time all over my
breasts. He also kept me in light bondage during most of my
visit. In addition, he gave me three separate spankings.
Just the typical day, right?
I stayed pretty late too, not leaving until 10:45 p.m.
The man was pretty physical, even in parting company. He
grabbed me and gave me a vicious kiss, then said he may want
to see me again via The Syndicate, sometime in the future.
I told him that I would love the idea of coming back to
visit him again. At least he wasn't a hard sadist.
The limo did not get me home until after midnight, and I
was exhausted by that time. But I still needed to take a
shower before heading off to bed. My body was simply caked
with cum and I was a complete wreck ... not a pretty sight.
What would my family think if they saw me come home in this
type of condition? It's frightening to even speculate.
One really good thing I can say about The Syndicate is
that they rarely have me work on consecutive days. It is
really tough for me to go through these assignments two days
in a row. I have only worked consecutive days twice during
my four years with The Syndicate, and both times were
overnight parties.
I guess you could call me a living fuck doll. That's
basically what I am. The Syndicate sends me to an approved
Master or Mistress, or both at the same time, and I have sex
with them, in whatever way they desire. I'm a piece of meat.
That's my life. And I couldn't be any happier.
I can hardly wait for my next erotic adventure ... it
should make for another stimulating story. 'Til next time!
_________________________
Kathleen (Slave #39)
September 8, 1997
NOTE: I did not write this story. I am only posting it.
Please do not send requests for reposts. Thank you.
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